its only a week and i already wanna go home.
i knew this feeling would eventually come, but not so soon…..
and not when i’m feeling very cold… i only feel this way when i’m cold cold cold…
maybe i made a mistake.. i should have stuck with those singaporeans, then at least i’d have constant company? did i choose the wrong path detaching myself from them? what did i do? oh my gosh.. what have i done!
no. you know yourself very well don’t you? if you’d stuck with them you’d be having *different* kinds of problems, and would still complain again, but about *different* things. do you really want to hang out 24/7 with people who cannot stop saying fuck and other variants of the versatile word fuck and who drink like no tomorrow? huh? do you do you?
but but… i’m lonely, i’m cold. i’d rather have a group of people to hang out with…….
*lightbulb*
get a bf!! see it solves everything! no longer you have to suffer in the coldness of your room, trade it for the warmth of his arms. ah.. brilliant idea isn’t it?
time to go bf shopping tomorrow, time to go against all i’ve promised never to do again… ?
can i blame it on the cold? 
